One dumpling, two


My bitch of a cat likes the new Gurl perhaps this one will stick around til’ we bore of one another.

We abided by our three date fuck rule. Last Sunday, beer and music fest followed by “Dumplings of Fury”. A ‘kiss til’ next time,’ to precondition our loins.  

A mid-wk lunch date. We agree on more dumplings….dumplings of Din Tai Fung. She arrives three minutes post ETA, she explains the newly acquired dent on the tailgate. I and the fire extinguisher/call box are to blame.

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Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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